EroticReverie

I’d hired a private investigator. I didn’t want to accuse him of what I had suspected, unless I was certain. 

“Just tell me” I told the p.i when he had called me to set up a meeting. 

“Is he cheating?” I asked, wondering if he had caught my husband, if I could lay into him as soon as he walked through the door when getting home from work. 

“It’s best if we meet. I don’t feel comfortable doing this over the phone.” he replied.

I set up a meeting with him. As we sat in a park the next town over, he seemed afraid to pull the photos he’d collected. 

He pulled out a photo of my husband in his car, our daughter in the passenger seat. She was wearing her cheer uniform. 

“So..what’s this? I dont need pictures of him picking up Dakota from cheer practice.” 

He gave a heavy sigh as he handed me the next photo. 

The next photo was another shot of the car, but this time it was parked behind some building. The shot was from behind the vehicle.  It showed a somewhat blurry picture, of my daughter and husband, leaning into one another, their faces melted into one anothers. Kissing. 

Before I could object to the photo, deny what he was showing me as to be anything more than a daughter giving her father a harmless kiss. He pulled out another photo. Where my daughter was clearly on my husband, in the drivers seat. 

The investigator gave a heavy sigh. 

“We have video confirmation as well. “ he said. “Incase you have any doubts about what you’re seeing in the photos.” 

“I will email it to you if you wish. I just didn’t know how to handle this case…I’ve never….had this happen” he said. 

I nodded. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t know what to say or do. 

“Alright. “ He said pulling out his phone and tapping the screen. “I’ve sent it to your private email.” 

“I’m sorry that this is the outcome. I’m not sure of what action you plan to take, but if you decide to take action, I can give you the number of a few lawyers we work with.” he said. 

I nodded. “Thank you”

——

After he left I just sat on the bench. Staring out across the park, looking at nothing in particular. My head was pounding. I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t anything. I was numb, I didn’t know how to feel. I knew how I SHOULD feel, but I felt nothing. 

My own daughter. OUR own daughter. I thought to myself. How could he? How could she? How could THEY? I was embarrassed. Some stranger that I’d hired, knew I was being cheated on by my husband. Not with a secretary, an old flame, or some random hot younger female. But, with our own daughter. He knew I was being cheated on, and he’d just discovered my husband and daughter were incestuous with one another, behind my back. He  probably thought I was an idiot for not being able to figure out it was my own daughter.  

After and hour on the bench, just sitting there, going through my thoughts I walked back to the car. I got in, shut the door and pulled my phone from my purse and opened my email. I stared at the email from the investigator. I opened it. 

Case #B4256 Video Surveillance 

Date Taken: 10-12-18  

Time: 21:08 until 21:29 

Location: Tim’s Tractor Supply & Feed . 121 St. Mary St , Fairhaven, MA

Video contains subject and young female having sexual contact, and possible intercourse. 

My stomach turned. I started at the attached file button. I downloaded the video, my hands shaking as the file loaded to my phone.

I gasped, clasping my hand over my mouth as I had pressed play. I hadn’t expected the footage to start where it had. I expected to see them pulling into the lot, parking, kissing.  but no. 

The angle the video was taken from was of the side of the car, as seemed much closer than the photos that were taken. And it showed my daughter topless, with her mouth to my husbands. His hands groping her breasts. Both of them, with their hands all over one another. 

I felt like I could throw up when I saw his hand move down , noticing her lifting herself up, and then shortly after back down, and then start to bounce herself on him.  “Possible intercourse” i thought to myself. Sure I couldnt see it, and they couldnt see when recording, but it was obvious what was going on. It was just some pervert feeling up his teenage daughter, but some pervert fucking his teenage daughter. In a public area, in his car, like a pig. 

“You fucking bastard” I said to my phone. Glaring at him in the frame of the video as it zoomed in on them a little more, enough that I could make out the way his head leaned back as our daughter moved up and down in his lap. 

“You little fucking bitch.” I looked to her in the frame as she grabbed my husbands face and put her mouth to his, her body still moving, still riding her fathers dick. 

I threw my phone onto the dash and screamed and grabbed my steering wheel and put my forehead to it, and started to sob. 

Now I was angry. Now I was mad. Now I was hysterical. I was shaking, and I was crying so hard I to open my car door to vomit onto the gravel of the parking lot.  I spit, wiping the back of my hand over my mouth and wiping my tears with the other hand. I had stopped crying and went into full on rage. 

How could they do this to me? Why couldnt he just cheat on me with someone else, literally anyone else. I would’ve settled for my own sister, my mother, a best friend. NOT OUR DAUGHTER. I slammed my hands on the steering while, hitting it over and over, and grabbed it, shaking it and screaming. 

“YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!” I screamed and grabbed my phone, and saw the video still playing. I subjected myself to more of it. More of the evidence, that my husband and daughter were lovers. I fast forwarded, to the end, watching the last minute, seeing her still bouncing, riding her own fathers dick, for some reason I wanted to see how he finished. Would she climb off him when he was ready to cum, would he pull out and leave a stain on our daughters cheer skirt. Get cum all over our fucking car. 

“No” I said. “No!” i screamed as I watched my daughter, her tits bouncing , her mouth something, saying something, and watching her continue to move up and down, up and down, as I watched my husbands face. And while still somewhat blurry, i knew the exact face it was. The face he makes when he cums. 

“NO!” I screamed again, gasping covering my mouth again. Started to cry again.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” I screamed and threw my phone onto the dashboard again, repeating the same hysterical episode, hitting the steering wheel, sobbing, leaning out of the car to vomit. 

I wanted to drive away, and never come back. 

I sat there, trying to calm myself , stop crying, stop wanting to drive home and cut his dick clear off, and slap the shit out of my own daughter. 

I didn’t know what to do. I couldnt tell anyone. I couldnt go to a lawyer with this. I didnt want people knowing what a sick fuck I had married, and what a sick bitch I had raised for a daughter.  

I began to become afraid of what would happen if I just left him. My daughter would CLEARLY choose to stay with her father. What would people say if we divorced, and would they find out the real reason why? What the fuck was I going to do? Do I confront him? Confront them both at the same time? Do I….not say anything? Let it continue? Because I’m too scared of what would happen if it got out? 

It already had. Someone besides them, and myself, knew what was happening. Would the investigator talk about his case with his investigator friends, would one of them know my husband or me, and tell someone else , who would tell someone else. 

“You fucking assholes.” I said, directing my words to the husband and daughter , who I was cursing in my head. “what have you fucking done….you..pieces of shit” I held my head in my hands , still shaking in shock. 

My phone rang. I looked at it on the dashboard, the screen face down, and snatched it looking at the screen. 

“Dennis” it said. 

My husband.

“You fucking….fuck..” I said shaking my head at the screen.

I answered. Doing my best to remain calm. 

“Hello?”

“where are you?” 

“At the park, I went for a walk.” 

“Stopping anywhere else?” 

Why? Do you need an ETA so you know how long you have to fuck our daughter?! I felt like screaming into the phone.

“No” 

“how long until you’re home?” 

Could he be anymore obvious? What fucking nerve. I had decided in that moment, I was going to confront him. 

“I need you to come to the park.” 

“What?”

“I need you…to come to the park.”

“I heard you…why? What’s wrong?”

“I’m at Miller Park…in the parking lot near the trails.”

“why do y..”

I hung up the phone. 

He called right back. I didnt answer. He called about 20 more times before he finally arrived in his car, pulling up next to mine, flying out of his car and pulling open the passenger side door. 

“Whats wrong?! “ he said looking at my frantically. “Whats wrong? Why did you just hang up …fucking christ beth…you had me worried!” 

How sad. I thought to myself. Poor…fucking…you. 

“I’m fine. turn off your car, and get in. I have something to tell you.”

“What? “ 

“Turn OFF YOUR CAR. AND GET IN” I said firmly glaring at him. 

He gave me a look of confusion but turned around and leaned inot his car turning it off , closing his driver side door, and then getting into my car and closing the door.

He looked at me still with worry and he was scared. “What? What is it? Why did you have to have me come here to tell me something?” he asked. “Are you okay?”

“No…I’m not okay” I said. “the least okay, i’ve ever been actually” I said calmly. 

“Beth what is it? What happened?” he said, not even having a clue as to why he was sitting here. 

“I’m going to tell you something. When I do… you are not to get out of the car….you are not to leave the car until I am done talking.” I said.

“Jesus christ Beth, what is it?” he said. 

I looked at him. “If you get out of this car before I am done talking….” I said.

He started to say something.

“Then I will run you the fuck over.” I added. 

He eyes widened. “What the fuck Beth? What’s wrong?! I’m staying in the car, what is it?”

“Im serious Dennis. If you get out of this car before I’m done talking. I will not hesitate to run you over with my car, and back up, and reverse it over you. “ I said with a furious growl. 

His face seemed to hint to me that he might now know why he was in the car. 

“Okay” he said. “I wont.” 

“And don’t you DARE interrupt me. “ I added.

He nodded. “Ok.”  He started to flush, and had already started to sweat around his hair line. 

“I’d noticed a change in you. One I would only chalk up to you being unfaithful.” I looked to him as he started to open his mouth. 

“DONT…interrupt me…i’ll let you know when it’s your turn to talk.” I glared at him, and I could tell by the look in his eyes, that the anger in mine had put the fear of god into him.

“So…. “ I continued. “I hired a private investigator.  “

I laughed. And I could feel him wanting to reach for the door and get out and runway as far as possible from the crazy wife, laughing like a crazy person as she shook her head. 

“And no surprise to me really..when he confirmed he had found something on you…” I said looking to him. 

“I expected a neighbor….a co worker….some random internet dating site whore..” I shrugged. “You know the USUAL people a man cheats on his wife with.”

“Guess what the fuck they found Dennis.” I said looking at him.

He said nothing,

“Go on…you can answer.” I said, he still said nothing.

“i…i…i…” he started.

I mocked his stutter. “i..i…i…YOU WHAT?!” I said grabbing my phone and throwing it at his lap. “FUCK YOUR OWN DAUGHTER?!” 

I couldnt keep calm anymore. “YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!” 

“LOOK AT IT. GO AHEAD AND LOOK AT THE VIDEO OF YOU FUCKING YOUR DAUGHTER IN A FUCKING PARKING LOT!” i screamed at the top of my lungs my voice cracking.

He looked at the phone screen, and without pressing play.

“Shit” he said.

“YEAH… SHIT DENNIS. SHIT IS RIGHT.” I said and started to slap the hell out of him, as I cursed at him. “YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT” I screamed as he held up his hands to block my swings at him, not fighting me back, not saying a word as I swung on him. 

“I FUCKING HATE YOU!” I said in anger. “I SHOULD CUT YOUR FUCKING DICK OFF!” 

I gave him a good shove after landing a decent hit on his cheek and screamed again.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! THATS YOUR DAUGHTER! OUR DAUGHTER!!!! YOU SICK FUCK!” I screamed. 

“I know.” he said.

“I dont know what’s wrong with me” he said. 

“It just happened” he said. 

“FUCKING YOUR OWN DAUGHTER DOESNT JUST HAPPEN” I yelled.

“WHEN DID THIS START?” 

“A few months ago” 

I made a sound of disgust.

“HOW MANY TIMES?” I yelled.

He looked at me, giving me a look that asked, you sure you want to know?

I growled. “You fucking pig! How many!?”

“I dont know!” he said yelling back now, but in fear. 

“I havent kept track” he said shamefully. 

“TELL ME SOMETHING…..DO YOU CUM INSIDE OF HER EVERYTIME YOU FUCK HER?” I yelled

He looked at me. “Yes.” 

My eyes about bulged out of my head. I could feel my blood boiling, he didnt even attempt to lie, not that I wanted him to, but Id expected him to. 

I cried now, and sobbed with my head on the steering wheel.

“what the fuck” i sobbed.

“I’m sorry Beth” he said. “I’ll stop” 

“Oh shut the fuck up!” I sobbed and swatted his hand away as I felt it on my shoulder. “Dont fucking touch me!” 

I continued to sob. “Why? Why Dennis? Why would you do this?! “ I looked over to him. 

“I dont know.” he said.

“Did you start it or did she?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I think we both did.” he said. 

I made a face of disgust and put my head back on the steering wheel. 

“I cant fucking believe this..” I sobbed. 

“WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW DENNIS?!” I screamed.

“I wont do it anymore.” he said. 

“IT DOESNT MATTER. YOU ALREADY DID IT. “ i yelled.

“i–i–i know” he said. 

“I fucking loved you” I cried. 

“I love you too” he said. 

I glared at him. “Oh shut the fuck up…dont you ever…say that to me…ever…again” 

He sat silently.

“Are you going to divorce me?” he asked. 

“Oh youd love that wouldnt you…me move out, so my whore husband and slut daughter can fuck each other stupid?” I looked at him.

“No..” he said shaking his head. “I dont want you to move out.”

I looked at him. “Then what the fuck do you expect to happen here Dennis? Me live in a house, with you and her…knowing youre fucking when im not around. Sneaking off behind building in your car, and PUTTING YOUR CUM INSIDE HER!?” i screeched. 

“No.” he said.

“then tell me Dennis….what your ideal outcome for this nice little fucking pickle youve put us all in…you and our whore daughter.” 

“You wont like my answer” he said.

“Youre right, i wont…i wont like any answer you give me Dennis…so you might as well give a fucking honest one” i glared at him.

“whether you believe it or not I do love you…” he said and scoffed and rolled my eyes. “If im being honest….i dont want to stop.” he admitted. 

I felt my stomach turn. 

“Ideally…I’d be able to continue…having sex with you….and Dakota. “ he said

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I screamed and started to hit him again. 

“IM NOT SHARING MY HUSBAND WITH Y FUCKING DAUGHTER. YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH!” I screamed. 

“I know that!” he yelled, fending off my swings again. “You asked for the truth! So I answered truthfully!” he said grabbing my wrists. “Stop hitting me!” 

I growled. “you piece of shit” as I snatched my hands away.

“I’ll do whatever you want.” he said. “You want me to stop. I’ll stop. You want me to leave. I’ll leave.” 

I screamed out and punched my fists at the steering wheel, my hands hurt, but I could stop. 

“Beth. Beth! Stop it!” he said grabbing my hands and I threw my head back and screamed again. 

“I cant take this!” I yelled. 

I turned to him. “Why did you call me to see what time I’d be home?” 

He looked at me.

“To fuck her?” i asked.

“Beth…” he started.

“Augh! I knew it!” I back handed him across the face. “Get the fuck out of my car!”

“Beth!” he yelled.

“GET OUT!” I shrieked unlocking the doors, leaning over and pushing his door open. “OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT!” 

“Beth what are you going to do?” he asked shaking. 

“I’m going to drive myself off a fucking cliff!” I yelled. “Now get out!” 

He stayed in the car as I put my head on the steering wheel again and cried.

“I cant leave you like this. Let’s go home.” he said as gently as he could.

“No” i sobbed. “I dont have a home….my own daughter wrecked it…you wrecked it…you both wrecked it” 

“Lets go home and figure out what were going to do….” he said.

I looked up at him. “why would you do this?”

He looked at me. “I love her Beth. The same way I love you.”